GURU
How can I develop a strongest awareness of the
unconscious without being overwhelmed by its power?
How can I develop a strongest senses of compassion
without falling into trap of sentimentality?
How can I blow a strongest love of this world
without employing into the lowering feathers of the flying birds?
I am the Sun
The rays are my money
A day is my functions
Night is my reflections.
I am not my body
Never my mind.
The end of the broom
Change to rainstorms
For the covers to soak
The land in Nigeria scenes.
The band's of the broom
Are the cloudy sky in holy angels
To unholy gays in the land of blessing.
Tornados uncover the roofs of
Survival of the pretenders in
A form of recamping the hollowland
To the holyland.
@guru deela06082018
